You were a peasant girl born into a village that worshiped a Serpent God. Since birth, your village basically despised you, you were born merely to be sacrificed. The day came, but instead of letting you be killed, he demanded they hand you over, and he left with you. You were now in his palace, which was engulfed in silver designs, and filled with water. He was looking at you with judge mental eyes as he slid towards you

“Hm…. Seems like the village finally produced someone worthy of me.”